Chapter 339 What is a jihad if it doesn’t bring money?
"Dong Dong Dong! Dong Dong Dong!"
The dense smell of rainwater and grass was strong, and the rapid knocking on the door made me want to smash the door together.
“Who is it?” Grosien raised his head from the straw bed sleepily.
"Open the door quickly, it's me, your dearest and most handsome cousin Palakfulli."
Cousin Palak? What are you doing here so early in the morning? Holding on to the musty smell of woolen blanket, Grosien stood up.
Cousin Palak has not spoken to him for almost a week since the last time he bought the Jihad Bond.
"Open the door quickly!"
"Stop knocking, I'll open the door." Rubbing his eyelids, Grosien yawned and walked towards the door with heavy steps.
It rained heavily last night. He was afraid that the water in the fish pond would overflow and let the fry escape from the creek. He dug in the mud all night and went to bed in the early morning. Naturally, he was not very energetic at this moment.
After lifting the bolt of the wooden door, before Grosien could open the door of the house, Palak with a bruise on his forehead rushed forward.
He held Grosien's face and kissed each cheek hard.
"You are simply an angel descended from the earth! Grosien!"
After kissing Grosien, Palak pushed him away and started rummaging around the house non-stop.
"Palac, what are you looking for? I just packed it up. I have to shave the tools and make leather later."
"Shave? You need to shave!" Palak searched around but couldn't find it, then stood up, "Where are those bonds from before?"
"Isn't that waste paper? What do you want with that? ?" While complaining, Grosien took out a small box from the straw bed.
Open the box, and a thick stack of bonds is lying quietly in the box.
After all, they were bought at a high price. Even though they were waste paper, it still hurt to throw them away, so Grosien kept them intact and meticulously.
This brand new bond even smells like ink due to the heavy humidity on rainy days.
"Here, here you go, didn't you want it before?"
The moment he saw the bond, Palak jumped on it as if he saw his father resurrected, even though his father was not dead yet.
Picking up the bond carefully, Palak kissed it crazily: "Thirty years in the east of the river and thirty years in the west of the river, it is finally my turn to be the shopkeeper in Palak.
Oy of the Trench Oh, I’m going to poop twenty pounds in your oil pot tonight!”
After working as a waiter for the sugar oil shop owner for ten years, Palak cried with joy and shed tears of joy.
The strange behavior of his cousin made Grosien look strange. What on earth is going on? Early in the morning, he suddenly ran in and looked for these bonds everywhere...
Wait, isn't he possessed by the devil? Cold sweat broke out on Grosien's forehead.
He leaned against the wall, slowly approached the corner, secretly picked up the wooden stick in the corner, and tiptoed behind Palak.
I heard that after a person is possessed by the devil, hitting the back of the head with a wooden stick can temporarily drive away the devil.
Working in an oil and sugar shop for many years has long given Palak the ability to see and listen in all directions.
He saw Grosien's movements at a glance and said angrily: "What are you doing with a stick? When you know what happened, you will be crazier than me!"
"What happened?"
Palac shook the bond with a smile: "Saint Jeanne, we have brought victory, our bond has worked!"
Bond, has it worked?
Breathing rapidly, Grosien's eyes slowly opened: "It means these waste papers are valuable?" "Do you know how much it is? Guess?"
“500 dinars?”
“Wrong!”
“800 dinars?”
“Wrong!” Palak endured it himself I couldn't stand it anymore, "When I left Castle Joan of Arc, the estimated bid price for the pile in our hands was 1,500 dinars, and it was even rising!"
"Grr--" Grosien's legs weakened and he was about to fall backwards.
Palac, who was in front of him, had quick eyes and quick hands. He grabbed Grosien's wrist and said firmly: "Don't be knocked down by the power of money. Hehehe——"
Grocien looked at Palak. There was a bruise on his forehead and he didn't say anything, but he couldn't stand still. He took five or six steps back and sat down heavily on the bed.
1,500 dinars is equivalent to 12 and a half gold pounds. They work for a year, even if they don't pay taxes, they don't have an income of one or two gold pounds.
Here is wealth that they could not earn in ten years.
Wealth that cannot be earned in ten years.
No wonder Palak is going crazy, Grosien can't help but dance.
"Then when are we going to sell it?" Grosien asked impatiently.
Palak elbowed him on the chest and avoided his hand holding the bond: "Sell for dinars? Are you crazy? Why do you have to wait until the first bid?"
"Bid?"
Seeing the clarity and stupidity in Grosien's eyes, Palak clicked his tongue and explained to him in detail.
After capturing Black Pottery Town and the nearby Knights' Manor, the Salvation Army got nothing except the old rotten millet in the warehouse because the knights ran away with their money.
In order to ensure the credit of the bonds and continue to issue additional bonds to raise military expenses, Horn ordered the liquidation of a number of knights and church assets and real estate as well as mismanaged real estate of the Salvation Army.
These real estate properties that are sold out at one time include urban houses, country villas, shops, orchards, farm tools, livestock, etc.
These assets are all sold at reduced prices, and only jihad bonds can be used to purchase these real estate properties.
In the past, 10 dinars could buy 50 dinar denominations, but some people paid 35 dinars to buy them.
“Let’s go sell it. We can get 1,800 or 1,900 dinars at most. We can use it to buy real estate, which is a solid 2,500 dinars!”
“Hey, I’m asking. It’s clear, the big fish pond we stole fish from before, the 12-acre fish pond, is also within the range, and the base price is only 1,000 dinars!”
Grossian felt like he was struck by lightning. He asked tremblingly: "The fish pond owned by the dean, the fish pond where I worked as a helper for three years?"
"Yes!" Palak raised two fingers, "Let's go This money is enough to buy two!”
"Holy Lord, Holy Lord." Grosien couldn't speak anymore and could only keep repeating the word "Holy Lord."
"Then you mean, let's buy that big fish pond?"
"Of course!" Palak hugged the bond to his chest, as if he saw a bright future, "Let's first Buy the fish pond, and then convert the remaining bonds into money to buy fish fry. Finally, in addition to the emergency fund, convert the remaining bonds into money and continue to buy new bonds.”
“We will operate the fish pond ourselves. ?" Grosien's heart was beating violently, and he had not yet changed from the previous topic.
“Others don’t know, but I don’t know? Isn’t your fish farming technology much better than those smelly monks?” Palak put the bonds in the box and said reluctantly, “I’ll leave this fish pond to you. , we can earn several more 500 dinars next year
I have already thought about it, you will be in charge of breeding, I will be in charge of sales, and if we hire two more helpers, we can have a taste of what it was like to be a priest! ”
(End of this chapter)